My hair can't decide whether it wants to impersonate the hair of Donald Trump or Justin Bieber. Sadly, I do not approve of either. Sigh.
FB friends made delightfully fun comments to my hair-whine. One friend suggested that if it wasn't a Phyllis Diller hair day - it was a GOOD hair day! Another shared a picture of an animal with wild-crazy hair - the poor thing looked like it was wearing a lion's mane that'd been struck by lightening.
Amazingly (my FB friends must all be very kind), no one mentioned that I have this whine (although I mix it up - comparing my hair to different people/animal's noggins) pretty often...
actually, my hair seems to annoy me (mysteriously) on some kind of schedule - like every 6 - 8 weeks; interesting, yes?
The Donald Trump/Justin Bieber whine was after my hair (besides being long overdue for a cut - and hanging kind of sheepdoggish) decided it wanted to go the other way.
It's almost always parted on the right, but for a few days before my public whine it insisted on parting itself on the left. Why (and WTF)? Who knows. I kept pushing it the way it was supposed to go. I kept trying to force it. Until I didn't.
One day I brushed it the way it wanted to go - and voila, I almost looked human (ok, still a little sheepdoggish)! I still needed a haircut (badly), but my hair and I weren't fighting - and I wasn't whining about it (much).
So, what did I learn from my hair?
To allow, to trust our Square-Peg leanings, our Square-Peg Selves (even when it's just our Square-Peg hair) - even (and maybe especially) when we lean away from the status quo. Jeez, kind of odd that this is my "thing", my message (self-acceptance/self-love/self-trust) - and my hair needed to remind me of it!
I also learned to get the damn thing cut, maybe on some kind of schedule (schedule, what's that?).
Postscript: I (finally) got my hair cut the other day and I'm loving it. All I do is wash - finger fluff (that sounds odd, doesn't it?) and go. No curling iron, no swearing - (ok, there's still plenty of swearing - it's my nature).
But I passed a mirror last night and wondered (aloud, of course) if my hair didn't look just a little bit (and I'm not whining here, just noticing) like the dutch boy (paint can kid) or even Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.
I'm not quite sure why I have to find somebody in my hair - why can't it just be hair? Why does it have to be Phyllis Diller, Justin Bieber or...? Bizarre Square-Peg trait, maybe.
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Pssst! There are loads of lessons to be learned from our bodies - maybe you have one you'd like to share (pretty please)?
I've shared a few more of mine here on the blog (the Body Image/Body Love category - especially in our Body-Part Wednesday posts - has a number of them), including:
what I've learned from my feet, in Fun Feet,
my shoulders, in Body-Part Wednesday V,
and some wisdom from my friend Maripat (Luna) Oberg in My Left Breast, where she shares (well, obviously) what she learned from her left breast.
And Square-Peg People's Choosing Me! mp3, which is all about body-love NOW, is another place to learn from your body. Just sayin'